Dragged.

Well I got hit by a car, again.

Why is my luck so feint when I'm on the bike?

So I was looking around for KFC because I was hungry, and I crave for chicken.

Its been a few days since I had chicken, I really had no choice.

My bad for wearing shorts and a black shirt.

In my defense, I got hit around the corner of a traffic light, it was bright. Very bright, in fact.

I know one new KFC just opened a few days ago, decided to check it out.

It was closed. Wasn't open 24 hours.

So I decided to take a scenic tour around Kota Kinabalu while looking for my X-meal Deluxe.

So I reached this huge intersection with traffic lights all over the place, I stopped at the corner because the lights were red. Obviously.

When I stopped, I just looked around, enjoying the scenery.

The light subsequently turned green. So I just throttled, turned left to where the KFC was and guess what? There was this crazy driver who overtook me and without so much as slowing down, ran me over.

Literally ran.me.over. He took the corner, not realising I was on his left, and he just knocked me and my bike down. My bike was literally under his car, which did not stop immediately. So I was dragged for a good 10 meters.

Simply put, he dragged me while taking a corner, and ran off.

I struggled to keep my body off the asphalt so my legs did suffer some scratches and skins being peeled off here and there. My toe was worst than expected though, I think there was a bit of blood clotting.

The car drove off slowly, I quickly stood and reignited my bike. Followed the guy from behind. We reached this parking area and he saw me, he spoke in Chinese. He didn't even know I was the guy he hit. He started to talk too much, so I called my dad. He knows how to shut people up, I, on the other hand, like to talk.

So if it was up to me, the argument would never end.

He asked me if I was okay close to 10 times, I just told him to shut up. My dad was getting pissed off too.

Turns out the driver was drunk. Reeked of beer. I begged my dad to bring the guy to the police station but my dad is a tad more flexible than I am, he settled it right there and then. He promised to pay for my injuries and the bike's repairs.

So I'll just have to wait how things are gonna play out. If he tries anything funny, we have the police report and the scratch on his left door probably still has my bike's paint on it.

Guess what? He was a lawyer. Who drove drunk. Shameful.

p/s: to those who showed me love and concern throughout the whole endevour, thanks wayh. Sayang korang :) Terutamanya kau, Aimi. Thanks! :D
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You want pics?! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE PICS!

No, really, I only have pics of my wounds on my left leg. If you really want them, leave a comment below. For now, here's a picture from the clinic :)

Terus kotor belog aku. cis.